Stanbeck: 2567, my dish is still missing one main ingredient. I want to go to Luo Street. Also, Luo Street is holding a food festival. Want to come?
2567: Where?
Stanbeck: I'm at the corner halfway down Luo Street.
2567: Wait for me.
Stanbeck: Okay.
Walking slowly along the middle stretch of Luo Street, Mimosa looked at the unhesitating yes in his private messages and couldn't help humming a cheerful little tune.
It was a tune Qin Ran had hummed from time to time.
Mimosa had remembered it.
Its rhythm was slow and soothing.
It could relax people before they even realized it.
It suited this moment perfectly.
Sigh, another failure.
Changing a recipe on a whim really isn't that easy...
But if I don't change it, if the base ingredients are too poor, it won't help 2567 much.
If only I could enter that dungeon world, In the Name of Food.
Unfortunately, I'm too timid.
Humming the tune he had heard from Qin Ran, Mimosa tried hard to relax, but his thoughts still involuntarily turned to the dish he had been developing lately.
He had failed three times in a row.
That had never happened to Mimosa before.
Failure in other areas was nothing remarkable for Mimosa, but failure in cooking was exceedingly rare.
He had not only talent, but confidence.
More than that, it all came effortlessly.
Mimosa's command of food was as though he had been born with insight into everything. It went beyond the talent [Dexterous Hands], reaching something deeper.
He had possessed all of this from birth.
Just like his wealth, which rivaled a nation's.
Mimosa had long since grown accustomed to it.
Until he met 2567.
His initial indifference toward this talent had become gratitude, because he had never realized how important it